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Showing posts with label film. Show all posts
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Saturday, March 20, 2010

Healthcare




I haven't sounded off about reform... like most, I am tired of the Congressional charades that have proven it is more about being afraid to vote for your constituency while still gathering political contributions, and less about being a political leader and doing what helps the country.


The bill is not perfect. It will not reform the system. It is a beginning. The best way for me to illustrate where we are today is to go back in time, just coming out of Michael Moore's 2007 film, "Sicko". My review from back then:




"Sicko"


In Michael Moore's past films,he spent too much time on himself and his sarcasm in the films, substituting his political beliefs sometimes for his judgement as a filmmaker. Thus, he was destined to polarize a lot of potential viewers.


I saw "Sicko" today, Moore's film about healthcare in America. As for pointing a political finger, he chose not to blame one political party or another ... oh, there are a couple of Bush jokes and one poke at Hillary, but for the most part, what Moore was trying to express was, with our deep-seated fear of socialism, we have allowed a corrupt and ineffective system of healthcare and health insurance to permeate (and in many families' cases, nearly destroy) our country's way of life. The plight of many who have suffered in the American healthcare system is staggering, and sad.


Moore tells his story through a series of vignettes, and chooses NOT to discuss the most obvious issue - those who have NO healthcare insurance. Instead, he focuses on the issues faced by those who DO, or who can apply. Most of the issues, portrayed in the first half of the film deal with those who cannot get a policy because of pre-existing conditions (e.g., those who are the sickest, those who have the most debilitating diseases, who need healthcare the most) and cannot get covered. I'm lucky. My employer takes all employees and their dependents into the policy on the first day of employment. That's right, the first day. No pre-existing conditions. My employer also allows an HRA plan for those who want to spend less on their healthcare. It provides major medical, and a high deductible ($1500 for singles). The company pays the first 1/2, or $750, of your deductible. Some, of course, never even use the $750, yet have the safety net of major medical. An excellent choice for workers. My employer is a health insurer. Think about that.


Then there is the matter of what is covered, and what is not covered. Moore shows the plight of a 50 something couple (he's had three heart surgeries, she's a cancer survivor). They've been bankrupted just by co-pays and deductibles and are forced to live in a small room with their daughter. He shows the fate of a man who is the spouse of a healthcare worker at a large Midwestern hospital....his brother has been diagnosed as a perfect candidate to donate bone marrow to prevent his death from kidney cancer, but the hospitalization policy won't pay for the surgery. You can guess what happens to the man with cancer.


Throughout this series, he points out the issues with the big insurance companies (also including some very difficult to deal with situations where their employees who have to deny care try to cope with the blame they lay on themselves), the big pharmaceutical companies, the employers who are trying to cut costs and specify the terms of the plans, the legislature, the past attempts by executives to do something about it, and the general malaise in government about the situation. This is strong stuff. It is nothing we don't know, but to see it assembled here, in essay format, is to feel some of the shame and sense of hopelessness we have all faced when friends, relatives or we, ourselves, struggle with healthcare and its costs. To wonder where America took the wrong turn, the wrong fork in the road.


Moore moves into the danger of socialized medicine by showing some of the rhetoric we have been subjected to in the US about how bad the system is. He points out that our healthcare system is ranked 37th in the world, just above Slovenia's. He lets us visit the healthcare system in Canada, Britain and France, to make the contrast between their government systems and our startlingly inept private system. The biggest laugh in the film is found here, when we learn why the British hospital has a cashier's desk. (No spoiler, watch the DVD!) It is at this point that the realization hits home. In contrast to those in friendly democratic and quasi-friendly, quasi-socialist western companies..... well, we suck at this.


And that, my friends, is the message. Through our shame and our ineptitude, we have allowed the most important elements of our society, our people, to suffer. We have used our tax dollars unwisely, we have had the wrong social priorities, and we must change it. NOW. Even imperfect change is better than the spiral downward we are experiencing.


Moore's film is not without its stunt. And even if you recognize it for the stunt it is, even if you know that what you see on camera was somewhat staged, you can't help but break down. This is the controversial scene where Moore learns that we have universal healthcare for the inmates at Guantanamo, so he takes some EMT volunteers from the 911 cleanup effort, who have become very sick, and a few others from the film, by boat, to Guantanamo. They can't get in to get free healthcare. So, he takes them to a free clinic/hospital in Cuba, and everyone receives some of the help they needed that they couldn't get in America. And a tribute is made by Cuban firefighters to some of these unsung heroes of 911.


The film is grainy, has some inserts of scenes from the 40's and 50's that are hokey, there is still too much Michael Moore. I'm sure there are things that are inaccurate. I'm told that the wait times to see doctors in many universal healthcare systems are appalling, but by and large, you can see that we have allowed our own system to erode appallingly, in this film.....but it is much more than just a film. It is a wake up call. So join me, go see it. Wake up. This is one of the greatest countries in the world. It's time we got our priorities straight and started acting like it.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Childhood Lies


I saw "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" this evening. I've been privileged to see all of the films nominated frequently for Oscars this season... I' d avoided "Button" because I'm not caught up in all the Brad Pitt hype. Still, when a friend beckoned, I felt there was just enough that seemed unique about the film to warrant a late viewing, and not wait for the DVD.


"Button"...from Kathleen Kennedy, who is a bit of a genius herself, is based on a short-story by another genius, F. Scott Fitzgerald. The film is a tantalizing tale; a jewel, really. It is so beautifully filmed, and contains so many moments of quirky oddities, as well as poignant moments, that it completely stops you in your tracks. Had the bond between Pitt and Cate Blanchett felt truly real (together, they were a little cold), it could have been the film of the decade.


Nevertheless, it struck us both deeply, told in flashbacks from the aging Cate Blanchett. We've both lost loved ones in hospitals who have been truly suffering from painful illness; but, in the film's hospital, there is also a scene from the wistful Julia Ormond (as an aged Cate Blanchett's daughter) where she learns the truth about her past. It felt a little like deja vu.


I had a story repeated from a college friend that stayed around inside my head for over two decades, before I committed the story to paper, in the form of a poem. Got home and ransacked around the computer to find said poem... and here it is, every aching last bit of it. Very symbolic of one of the powerful scenes in "Button"....



Lies Told To Her In Childhood


Ivory parchment aged,
she tears it open with her fingers
sturdy letter opener ignored.
Those same fingers wind her hair in ringlets
the winding ceasing as she catches her breath.
Eyes closed, she remembers the moment he left;
his sorrowful glance at her, a quick embrace.
Could it be that the decade past,
time which never yielded clues to
his absence, time
spent in mourning and loss,
could it be that scoundrel, carelessness,
cost them, distanced them, damaged the two?

She loved him without pretense,
irony, what might have been, has been
her constant companion.
Could it be that this brief note, this
message of love returned,
had been lost these many years?
Shaken, she rises and begins to pace,
to recall her mother’s words and
excuses, her damning anger at his disappearance.
Sarcasm rather than comfort as each
holiday passed without so much as a greeting.
How can it be that she made no mention
of this parting message to her, his daughter?


Rifling quickly through the letters bound up
with a thick, coarse band, she finds, to her sorrow,
that all the others, some twenty
are lettered in the same strong hand.
Postmarked, these; she discovers dates and
locations far to the west; they climb
through the years until they stop some
four years prior, on a date
just before her eighteenth birthday.
She does not have to open them to know that
her father had been the hero of her dreams.....
he'd tried to keep in touch with the little girl
whose hair he gently towel-dried after baths.
He’d not left and forgotten, nor given up.


Weeping, she rises with the letters and leaves,
Locking the door and the lies told to her in childhood
Behind her, for the last time.



My dear friend Angela wept while she told me this story.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Note that there....


Is no comment about my viewing of "The Dark Knight".... too intense to review the first time I see it. Will wait for #2.

quid

Monday, July 21, 2008

Mamma, mamma mia!


Well, I loved it.


You might not.


Can you handle guys in swim fins dancing on a dock?


Meryl Streep in overalls?


Check out my review:



EXUBERANT! CHEESY! You gotta go to.... "Mamma Mia"






Lest we forget the song not done (when you read the lyrics, you'll know why they couldn't include it in a frothy, Greek wedding story!):



FERNANDO


Can you hear the drums, Fernando

I remember long ago, another starry night like this

In the firelight, Fernando

You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar

I could hear the distant drums

And sounds of bugle calls were coming from the far


They were closer now, Fernando

Every hour, every minute seemed to last eternally

I was so afraid, Fernando

We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die

And I'm not ashamed to say

The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry

There was something in the air tonight

The stars were bright, Fernando

They were shining there for you and me

For liberty, Fernando

Though we never thought that we could lose

There's no regret

If I had to so the same againI would my friend, Fernando

If I had to do the same againI would my friend, Fernando

Now we're old and grey, Fernando

Since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand

Can you hear the drums, Fernando

Do you still recall the faithful night we crossed the Rio Grande

I can see it in your eyes

How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land


CHORUS

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Books of the week....


Books, books, books....I've returned to an old favorite author or two this week....


Catching up with Margaret Maron's southern judge in "Hard Row"...


Revisiting my love affair with Minnesota author Leif Erickson in his newest.. "So Brave, Young and Handsome"


Going to Baltimore with Laura Lippman for her first two mysteries... "Baltimore Blues" and "Charm City".


And staying current with Scott McClellan's "What Happened: Inside the Bush White House and Washington's Culture of Deception"....even if I do think Scott was pretty much of a wussy. I was tired of reading all the support/attacks on a book that most supporters and attackers have not even read.


I'm also going to try to attempt to track my films each week, and add a quote and a poem I enjoy. Since we already have the marvelous "Imperfection"; I saw two films this week; the DVD version of "I Am Legend"; if you liked it and were a little shattered by it, as I was, you will have a difficult time dealing with the upcoming version of Cormac McCarthy's "The Road". I also caught a second movie on DVD (note to self....go to the theater) that I've enjoyed many times - Kenneth Branagh's "Henry V". A little heavy for a hot summer weekend while others were catching "Kung Fu Panda", I admit...but I loved it!


In my car stereo this week is the inimitable Jack Johnson's "Sleep Through the Static".


And my quote:

"A great many people think they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices." ~~~ William James